472 On the Bed

It was the season where lovers sit on a couch cuddling each other while watching a romantic movie.

Especially on weekends, where crowds of couples filled the streets and movie halls.

Saturday afternoon.

East Wing, Xiong Mansion.

The rays of light flickered through the curtains.

The woman on the bed stirred.

Xiong Zhi tiredly opened her swollen eyes.

This was the first time that she awoke to a hungry stomach. Her body clock did not work this time to wake her up. Then her brain was suddenly flooded by soreness. Her whole body ached, especially her lower body. She felt very feeble and without energy.

Her blearily turned her head to the side.

The space next to her was empty.

But seeing how the bedsheets and the blankets were new and the pillows were obviously fixed as if someone was cleaning up traces of a crime scene, Xiong Zhi knew that the intense night should not be a spring dream.